As the menacing Demon King departed, the relentless assault of the abyssal demons abruptly ceased.
The ominous black tide slowly began its retreat.
Moments later, the monstrous horde, once a looming source of despair, vanished into the direction of the distant Albero mountain range. The crisis had been fully averted.
Confusion and puzzlement tinged the air at the abrupt onslaught and subsequent withdrawal of the abyssal demons.
However, overwhelming relief soon washed over the majority of the populace as they basked in the joy of surviving such a catastrophe.
Embracing their families and partners amidst Ruins, the survivors clung to the precious gift of life.
However, a question, gnawed at their hearts:
[Where was their Emperor? The one who had promised their city would stand as unassailable as a fortress of gold as long as he was there. Where had he been during the onslaught of the abyssal demons? He was nowhere to be found!]
